2nd hour we all meet at the track and we start discussing music and routines while scratching.
"if we're going to win, we need a new stunt. I did my research and I decided on music, only I won't tell you because it's a surprise. since Lesley broke her ankle and can't compete, she will watch. I want everyone in first position and moving to lifting position by count 8, we're taking this one step at a time."
everyone got into first position and we did our basic back handsprings and front flips and back flips and toe-touches. I, of course, was doing a back handspring. then we move into lifting position on 8 and everyone just stood there.
"well done. now I want stunt group 4,6, and 3 ready to send their flyer to stunt group 1,2, and 5. 7 and 8 needs to be in a scorpion. understood?" everyone nods and I look at Lesley and say
"what's the time?"
"8:34. we need to be getting back soon."
"all up" I say and we put our hands in the middle.
"girls?"
"we are the bulldogs"
and the boys houllike dogs
"TEAM!!"
"no after school practice due to the chance of rain and we did so well today. after all it's a wednesday and after friday it'll be SUMMER!!!" I yell as everyone starts running back. I get into the locker room and change out of spanks. since I have a study hall 6th hour and nobody's using the gym, I might use the trampolines or mat.
3rd hour rolls around and I walk into algebra and see the whiteboard say "clear off desk and nothing but homework and red pen."
I immediately feel the urge to cuss, but I fight it back. I had one question I wasn't so sure about.
I sat down and she started going over answers. I did them, and got every one of them right except for the one I had a question on. this was our last grade until grades locked, and I had a feeling that when I saw my report card I was going to vomit. I HAVE to keep my G.P.A up or I can't qualify for the honors diploma that I need to get into a good college for cheer.
when we finished the bell rang, and next was chemistry, my least favored class, but I had to have it for my degree.
I walked in and she gave me a dead eye glare.
I'm screwed.
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